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Dollar and eight years, autumn.

The heavily armed protector Mo Qian was exposed because of his secret correspondence with King Ann, who plotted against him.

When the Emperor became angry, he withdrew his military power and title. Furthermore, considering the loyalty of the entire Mo Family, the former Duke Protector Mo Xun had died to save the previous Emperor. The Son of Heaven was merciful and did not kill his clansmen. He only sent the young master of Mo Family to the north three thousand miles away to settle this case.

It was late autumn.

Two old light carriage slowly drove through the vast wasteland that was devoid of people.

In the front of the car sat two bailiffs, Mo Qian and Mo Qi, as well as some simple luggage. Behind them were a carriage driver, Mrs. Faang, her eight-year-old daughter, Mo Yin, and her youngest son, Mo Jun.

There was no one in the car, only the horses, their heads bowed, moving their bells. The world became increasingly quiet.

It was already late autumn, the plants were withered and yellow, and the cold wind was blowing. The journey was even more desolate and monotonous. It was as if the Vast Expanse had no other living beings apart from themselves.

"Mother, how much longer before we reach the north?"

Mo Yin's hair was messy like a clump of grass. She was thin and small as she curled up in her mother's arms. The wind blew on her tender and fair face until it became red. Her brother, Mo Jun, who was by her side, was not much better off. The originally handsome young man looked like a beggar.

With a worried frown, Mrs. Faang caressed her daughter's face affectionately and said in a low voice, "We'll be there in three days."

Mo Yin covered her stomach as a wave of hunger hit her. In her mind, she thought back to a month ago when she was still eating various pastries, surrounded by all the girls and their wives. If she could go back to the past, she would no longer be picky about using materials to make exquisite food.

"Yin is hungry, isn't she?" Mrs. Faang asked softly.

"I'm not hungry, mother." Mo Yin looked at the bailiff and shook her head.

They didn't have much food, she knew. The bailiff who escorted them also warned them that they wouldn't be in the village before, and wouldn't be able to buy anything after that. If they didn't save on food and water, they would boil her up to eat.

The bailiff was just trying to scare her. But she kept it firmly in her heart. He was afraid that he would be eaten.

"Don't worry, Yin has to grow up. She can't starve." Mrs. Faang said as she took out a piece of hard and dry biscuit from the cloth bag and handed it to her. "Eat it, child."

The fear of being eaten could not be compared to the torment of the hunger. Under Mrs. Faang's encouraging gaze, she brought the biscuit to her mouth and bit down on it a few times before finally taking a bite. Just this hard baked pasta was already the best thing to eat on the road. A few days ago, she had eaten wheat bran and broken sorghum, which made it hard to eat.

Mrs. Faang gave her the water bag again, letting her swallow the dry and hard biscuit.

When the bailiff saw this scene, he could not help but lash out, spitting out a curse, "What the f * ck! It was not even noon yet, and they were already eating! Could it be that he was reincarnated as a hungry ghost in his previous life?! Hungry all day long. I, your father, am accompanying you traitors and robbers in this unforgiving place. How unlucky! "

Mrs. Faang immediately smiled and said, "Please don't be angry sir, I have been raised as a child and have never suffered such hardships. My body is so thin, I can't get hungry. Please take more care of me. "Here I go …"

"Pfft!" Even the most pampered daughter was still a lowly girl. If it wasn't for the Emperor's benevolence, a girl like you would probably be trained by that old procuress to serve men! From the looks of it, I might become the top courtesan in the future. "

"You shut up!" Mo Jun straightened his chest and pointed at the scolding bailiff, "I won't allow you to talk about my sister!"

"Ouch!" The bailiff looked at Mo Jun, a little brat who was still wet behind the ears, and actually dared to criticize him. He turned around, raised his hand, and slapped Mo Jun's face, "Sir, if you say it, why are you interrupting? I won't be able to beat you! "

Mo Jun's body was thrown to the side by that slap and was about to fall off the car when Mrs. Faang screamed and rushed over to hug her son, "Jun!"

Mo Jun had a stubborn temperament despite his young age. He used his mother's tug to hold onto the edge of the car to stabilize his body. He felt a burning pain on his face and a salty taste came from his mouth. He spat on the ground and a mouthful of blood flew out.

When Mrs. Faang saw that her son had been beaten to the point of spitting out blood, she shouted in panic, "Blood? Jun, how are you? How can you hit a child! " Mrs. Faang shouted at the bailiff.

Mo Jun ignored his mother's concern and glared at the bailiff, as if trying to beat him up.

The bailiff saw that this brat was actually pretty tough, he actually managed to hold on after getting slapped by him. He had guts, just like this Mo Family man. But now, no matter how strong he was, he was still a prisoner. He had no right to be arrogant with him.

"What are you looking at? Then, look at this old man flaying your skin, throwing you into the grassland to be fed to the wolves! " The bailiff scolded.

However, Mo Jun was not afraid at all, "You don't have the guts." The youth said with a sneer.

"Good boy!" The bailiff wanted to strike again. Seeing that, Mrs. Faang pulled Mo Jun to her side and tried to pull him to her side. However, even though this child looked young, he was extremely stubborn.

Just as the bailiff raised his palm, he heard a fully bearded bailiff shouting loudly from the car in front of him, "Fucking king, you better hurry up and f * ck off!"

As he said that, the bearded bailiff jumped down from the carriage in front. Mo Qian and his eldest son Mo Qi also jumped down from the carriage at the same time.

They had chains on their hands, and they clanked as they walked. The two of them quickly walked to the front of the carriage. Mo Qian saw his wife hugging a pair of children while his wife's tears rolled in his eyes. His daughter's eyes were full of fear while his son was still glaring at the bailiff with a face full of grievance. His heart was filled with love, but he was shackled to it. He couldn't even hold them in his arms and comfort them.

Mo Qi, who was already 15 years old, looked at his mother, brother, and sister being bullied by the bailiffs. He was furious, but was still rational, and said to the bearded bailiff coldly: "Lord Liu, I heard with my own ears that it was this bailiff who insulted my sister first. My brother was only protecting my sister, so he gave me a slap. A seven foot tall man bullying a young child, it's us who are in charge of this matter wherever he goes! "

At this moment, Mo Qian had mixed feelings. With the help of his eldest son's words, he suddenly said sorrowfully to the bearded servant, "I hope that master can deal with this matter fairly. The fault does not lie with my wife and children. I made a mistake and brought my wife and children into exile with me. I was already ashamed, and now it is even harder for me to protect them. We have endured many insults and insults from Wang Pi along the way. If Lord Liu does not properly deal with this matter, I will make up my mind and cover my face and forgive you, but you will not be able to stop me! "

When the fully bearded bailiff saw the tense situation in front of him, he was afraid that Mo Qian would commit suicide if he said so. That would mean that he had failed his duty. At that time, when the higher-ups started to give chase, he wouldn't be able to carry out his duties as a bailiff.

"Don't, don't. Master Mo, I know you are a good man. Calm down." He then ordered the bailiff named Wang Pi, "You go to the front and drive the carriage!"

The one called Wang Pi snorted from his nose, glanced at Mo Qian and proudly got off the car to walk forward.

Lord Liu waited until he was far away before he said softly, "Master Mo, don't lower yourself to him. This Wang Pi is over 30 years old, he has only taken a 20 year old widow for less than a year. The little widow had been seven months pregnant before this errand, and now she was more than eight months old. By the time we got you back to the ground, the boy was already on the ground. He was worried about his wife's safety, so he got angry and disliked everything. I wish I could just finish my business and fly back. "

"So that's how it is." Mo Qian pondered, "I can understand his worry about the relationship between wife and children."

"That's good, that's good. The Lord Prime Minister can really hold his own. As expected of a true man who can control the marshal's seal!"

This servant surnamed Liu had a kind heart and was usually a good person. The words that were often said on his lips were, "Be a good person and leave a chance for a good meeting in the future."

Quite a few of the exiles whom he had taken under his custody were reopened to the court after a few years, and those who had regained their wealth would remember some of his advantages.

After this small disturbance, the carriage continued on its way.

At the same time, Mo Qian's sister Mo Yan, whose Mo Family had been sent to the palace as her concubine and who had been convicted of murdering an emperor half a year ago, had already become deathly ill in the cold palace.

Her personal maid, Miaozhu, was doing her best to knock on the closed palace door, yelling for someone to save her life.

Mo Yan had been in high heat for three days and three nights. Looking at him lying on the bed, he could only gasp for breath.

"Someone come, come and save the Empress!" Save my mistress! Woo woo … * "The empress is sick, save me …"

But no one came, no matter how much she shouted.

She desperately returned to the dying Mo Yan, wrung a cold water handkerchief and put it on Mo Yan's forehead. However, it was to no avail. The high temperature on Mo Yan's body did not fade in the slightest. She took Mo Yan's hand and cried.

"Amazing..." "Beads..." Mo Yan, who was lying on the bed, had a faint trace of life in her voice as she called out to him.

Miaozhu hurriedly wiped away her tears. "Niang niang, I'm here, I'm here!"

Mo Yan's dry lips moved a few times, her face was red from the heat, and two streams of tears flowed down painfully, "I …" I didn't... No Queen was pushed into the water... She herself... "She's the one …"

"I know, I know." Miaozhu nodded. "Your Highness won't do such a despicable thing." The Empress is naturally kind-hearted and frank. "

"If there is an afterlife … I don't like him anymore in the next life... Han Yun... Deceiving... Tricked me... are all fake... "Everything is fake …"

Miaozhu's tears fell again. "Niangniang, you'll be fine. Don't say these things to scare me... You won't just go. "

"Han Yun said he likes me … They are all deceiving me... He is hypocritical... The purpose is to find an opportunity to eliminate our Mo Family … I got it … I understand now... He's so vicious … "So ruthless …"

"Empress, take a rest. Don't say anymore …" "Please take a rest …" Miaozhu's heart was full of fear. She knew that this was the end of the world. For three days and three nights, Mo Yan had not said a single word. Now that she suddenly opened her mouth, she was afraid that she was really going.

"I hate it! So hateful … I can't accept this … She wasn't willing to give up … Even if it's a thousand years, I still won't accept it! " Mo Yan said while holding the bed tightly.

After she finished speaking, she opened her eyes wide in dissatisfaction and stared fixedly outside the window. For a long time, there was no response. Miaozhu watched as her whole body became motionless, the blood in her body cooling down to her feet. "Esteemed wangfei …" she called in a trembling voice.

Mo Yan, on the other hand, did not react at all.

Just as Miaozhu was about to burst into tears, she heard the person on the bed take a deep breath, flick on the bed, and her eyes started moving again.